Tag Archives: writing

What makes you shine? (the tale of a book tour…)

Hello, dear reader, you with your stories, with hands that create breakfast, lunch and dinner along with many mysteries. I am finally returning from the Giving Motherhood a Voice tour through our fair Upper Peninsula.  The waves of Lake Michigan … Continue reading

Posted in August 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 24 Comments

Oh, you, nature child

Oh, you, nature child, running free upon the earth, peering at frogs and snakes and puppy dog tails and wildflowers…I speak to you. Oh, you, grown-up person, all facts & figures, all planning & obligations, all trying to figure out how … Continue reading

Posted in August 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 21 Comments

The lives we didn’t live.

Sometimes I mourn that I’m not living so many other lives. Didn’t you want to be…a sailor on board a ship, sailing the world round, salty and carefree under tropical seas, watching whales dance, whispering to porpoises telling them secrets … Continue reading

Posted in August 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , | 29 Comments

Anticipating the August Upper Peninsula Book Tour!

OK, I can almost hear you wondering. What?  She’s gone and wrote a book and didn’t tell us about it? Rest easy, dear reader.  When and if I write a book you’ll surely know six months in advance! However, I … Continue reading

Posted in July 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 28 Comments

The Green Man

I spend seconds, minutes, hours, days, watching leaves on our forest trees. Electric early-summer leaves in shades of velvet green and lime green and verdant green. Leaves fluttering. Leaves lying stock-still, not phased by any ruffling wind. Leaves kissed by … Continue reading

Posted in June 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , | 26 Comments

Tea in a wicker chair overlooking the lake

We shall sit outside, shall we, on a wicker chair overlooking the lake on a still morning in late May.  We shall don sweatshirts and baggy pants and sprawl contented as waves lap nearby. Birds twitter and sing and a … Continue reading

Posted in May 2014 | Tagged , , , , , | 62 Comments

Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to work I go (after a quick blog)

This morning, awake at 5:45 a.m., after stoking the wood stove, igniting the gas beneath the tea kettle, pouring a pink glass of grapefruit juice, I turned on the Kindle Fire to check email. There, sitting so innocently in the … Continue reading

Posted in February 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 54 Comments

Burn, baby, burn

I.  Stoking the wood stove hour after hour comforts me.  The repetition feels soothing, logs clinking upon logs, flame burning, heat rising. II. Writing sentence after sentence burns the same way inside me.  Joy builds with each unexpected word.  Delight … Continue reading

Posted in February 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 26 Comments


Lately, oh so lately, I’ve been able to sit with my own uncomfortable inner places much longer without turning away. Because of this, I can stay with a good friend on the telephone for 78 minutes and resonate with her … Continue reading

Posted in January 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 33 Comments

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, crab apple jelly, and red Georgia clay

New Year’s Day, 2014. I eat toast slathered with translucent red crab apple jelly that glistens like a stained glass window through its home in a tiny mason jar.  It’s a Christmas gift from a daughter who found it in … Continue reading

Posted in January 2014 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 85 Comments